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Time to run
This is the last night
alas, I must depart
with an acking mind
with a heavy heart
O, my joy, Ukraine flower,
as you know, there is a winter
behind every summer
you were the light
that converted me to a lover
tonight is my last supper
Tomorrow, I run
I was born to be a runner
Tomorrow, will run
longing within me as a river
Tomorrow I will grieve
as many in this world suffer
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Ukrain, Kyve, 1:57, Monday, October 8, 2007
